What About The Orchestra?
Chapter 2: In Which The Idea Is Put Into Practise - The Breaking of The Orchestra
A/N: Sorry if this chapter's kinda slow, writer's block. Blame my muse - no, actually, I like the Small Cute Frog - any complaints may be addressed to my Mini-Balrog, Samwize. Say hello like the nice miniature, fiery, evil demon you are, Samwize.
Samwize: Grrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa- hello.
See, aren't you a sweet little monster. Here, have some bacon. Anyway, ON with the fic! If you've asked but you're not in this chapter, sorry! I'll get you in as soon as I can. And also sorry about not updating very quickly - real life kept getting in the way of my writing.
PS: Oh, and about my comment on trumpets and violins last chapter - the world may not exactly revolve around them, but if you ask any non-musician to think about music, guess what instruments they'll say? Because it won't be Bass Clarinet or Euphonium or French Horn, will it?
PPS: I need ideas, people! Pllleeeeeeeeeeese review or email and give me ideas, because I've got serious writer's block! Please? I'll give you a part? Pretty please?
Disclaimer: I do not own LotR. I do not own any of the instruments, or the players. I wish I owned the rest of the characters, but I don't.
~*~
The attempts to get to know the Fellowship had been called off, after Marina had started drooling whenever Boromir spoke (or moved, or breathed, or did nothing). After a lot of discussion, and a lot of those awkward silences when everyone is thinking, Coffeegirl had come up with a good idea.
"We could put up signs and things!" Coffeegirl, a Viola player, declared. The Fellowship looked relieved. At least they wouldn't have to put up with people playing random snatches of music on various instruments in the silences, and the conductor's muttering. He had long since wandered off, sulking and saying something about "Never get it finished.no control.speak to the Director." but had seemed even more put out that this threat was ignored.
"Finally we can get away from these mad people!" Merry whispered to Pippin, who was starting to grin at the very idea.
"Oooh! I've got an even better idea! Start a whole leaflet campaign and have rallies and the Fellowship can come and speak at them!!!" At Paper Crane's suggestion, the fellowship went through various degrees of disappointment, from a sigh to Boromir's keeling over and bashing his head against a rock. Marina started to go and help him, but was stopped by a glare from Legolas, who helped instead.
"Yes. How wonderful." Frodo was wearing a rather fixed smile, but Gandalf and Aragorn were looking troubled.
"And what of the Ring?" Gandalf had long since figured out that the orchestra was apparently all-knowing, at least of the quest, and so saw little point in hiding it. "Is all of Middle-Earth to suffer and die for your campaign for recognition?" Most of the Campaigners looked a little ashamed, but Jillian started smiling and spoke up.
"No worries! Plot hole: this same day is going to repeat over and over again until we finish.or wait, that's a bit open-ended.until each member of the orchestra is at least partially satisfied that they have completed their mission." She looked rather pleased that it was all figured out.
"Right!" Drew the drummer was looking perky. "Who wants to come to Rivendell with me?" He got a smack on the head for that - it was no secret that he disliked Aragorn for getting married to Arwen.
"We're gonna have to split into groups for different places. Number off!" The orchestra finally got into nine (slightly uneven - have you ever tried to keep people in order before?) groups, and each group was assigned a member of the Fellowship.
The hobbits had become slightly overwhelmed by violins, but they had it easy compared to Legolas. He had the largest group of all, because of the fan girls in the orchestra, and was looking rather afraid of attack by a Tenor Saxophone - if you've ever seen one of them, you wouldn't want to offend the owner!
Gandalf and Gimli seemed to have the easiest time of all, most of the LegoLustBunnies coming from their groups, and seemed ready to take the Campaigners touring.
It was decided, by general consensus and a lot of nagging, that Gimli would take his group to Khazad-Dum, as he would know a little more about it than some others. Legolas had been tormented into showing his group around Mirkwood - he looked a little happier about this. He was possibly planning to feed them to the giant spiders. Pippin would tour the Shire; Meriadoc, Orthanc and Isengard; Frodo, the Emyn Muil and Dead Marshes; and Samwise Shelob's Lair and Cirith Ungol. Aragorn would show his group around Rohan (Elrond would have killed him for taking them to Rivendell), while Boromir led his to Minas Tirith. Gandalf had flatly refused to take anyone to Valinor, which was as much his home as anything in Middle-Earth could be, so he would take his group to Lothlorien instead.
A few goodbyes (and fanfares) later, the groups split for their trek across Middle-Earth.
Chapter 2: In Which The Idea Is Put Into Practise - The Breaking of The Orchestra
A/N: Sorry if this chapter's kinda slow, writer's block. Blame my muse - no, actually, I like the Small Cute Frog - any complaints may be addressed to my Mini-Balrog, Samwize. Say hello like the nice miniature, fiery, evil demon you are, Samwize.
Samwize: Grrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa- hello.
See, aren't you a sweet little monster. Here, have some bacon. Anyway, ON with the fic! If you've asked but you're not in this chapter, sorry! I'll get you in as soon as I can. And also sorry about not updating very quickly - real life kept getting in the way of my writing.
PS: Oh, and about my comment on trumpets and violins last chapter - the world may not exactly revolve around them, but if you ask any non-musician to think about music, guess what instruments they'll say? Because it won't be Bass Clarinet or Euphonium or French Horn, will it?
PPS: I need ideas, people! Pllleeeeeeeeeeese review or email and give me ideas, because I've got serious writer's block! Please? I'll give you a part? Pretty please?
Disclaimer: I do not own LotR. I do not own any of the instruments, or the players. I wish I owned the rest of the characters, but I don't.
~*~
The attempts to get to know the Fellowship had been called off, after Marina had started drooling whenever Boromir spoke (or moved, or breathed, or did nothing). After a lot of discussion, and a lot of those awkward silences when everyone is thinking, Coffeegirl had come up with a good idea.
"We could put up signs and things!" Coffeegirl, a Viola player, declared. The Fellowship looked relieved. At least they wouldn't have to put up with people playing random snatches of music on various instruments in the silences, and the conductor's muttering. He had long since wandered off, sulking and saying something about "Never get it finished.no control.speak to the Director." but had seemed even more put out that this threat was ignored.
"Finally we can get away from these mad people!" Merry whispered to Pippin, who was starting to grin at the very idea.
"Oooh! I've got an even better idea! Start a whole leaflet campaign and have rallies and the Fellowship can come and speak at them!!!" At Paper Crane's suggestion, the fellowship went through various degrees of disappointment, from a sigh to Boromir's keeling over and bashing his head against a rock. Marina started to go and help him, but was stopped by a glare from Legolas, who helped instead.
"Yes. How wonderful." Frodo was wearing a rather fixed smile, but Gandalf and Aragorn were looking troubled.
"And what of the Ring?" Gandalf had long since figured out that the orchestra was apparently all-knowing, at least of the quest, and so saw little point in hiding it. "Is all of Middle-Earth to suffer and die for your campaign for recognition?" Most of the Campaigners looked a little ashamed, but Jillian started smiling and spoke up.
"No worries! Plot hole: this same day is going to repeat over and over again until we finish.or wait, that's a bit open-ended.until each member of the orchestra is at least partially satisfied that they have completed their mission." She looked rather pleased that it was all figured out.
"Right!" Drew the drummer was looking perky. "Who wants to come to Rivendell with me?" He got a smack on the head for that - it was no secret that he disliked Aragorn for getting married to Arwen.
"We're gonna have to split into groups for different places. Number off!" The orchestra finally got into nine (slightly uneven - have you ever tried to keep people in order before?) groups, and each group was assigned a member of the Fellowship.
The hobbits had become slightly overwhelmed by violins, but they had it easy compared to Legolas. He had the largest group of all, because of the fan girls in the orchestra, and was looking rather afraid of attack by a Tenor Saxophone - if you've ever seen one of them, you wouldn't want to offend the owner!
Gandalf and Gimli seemed to have the easiest time of all, most of the LegoLustBunnies coming from their groups, and seemed ready to take the Campaigners touring.
It was decided, by general consensus and a lot of nagging, that Gimli would take his group to Khazad-Dum, as he would know a little more about it than some others. Legolas had been tormented into showing his group around Mirkwood - he looked a little happier about this. He was possibly planning to feed them to the giant spiders. Pippin would tour the Shire; Meriadoc, Orthanc and Isengard; Frodo, the Emyn Muil and Dead Marshes; and Samwise Shelob's Lair and Cirith Ungol. Aragorn would show his group around Rohan (Elrond would have killed him for taking them to Rivendell), while Boromir led his to Minas Tirith. Gandalf had flatly refused to take anyone to Valinor, which was as much his home as anything in Middle-Earth could be, so he would take his group to Lothlorien instead.
A few goodbyes (and fanfares) later, the groups split for their trek across Middle-Earth.